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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
New Order,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.