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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Görl to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.