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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.