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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Visage,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Index,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.