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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the crunk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.