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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.