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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Christie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.