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 Sweden and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.