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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
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 London and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Qualms,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.