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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Cameo to the funk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.