Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.