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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Newcleus to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Monks,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.