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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.