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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the techno 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.