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 Iceland and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.