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 Togo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Erasure,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.