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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.