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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.