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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.