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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.