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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.