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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.