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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Gong to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.