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 Oman and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Eurythmics to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.