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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.