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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.