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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Can,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.