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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Eurythmics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.