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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Das Ding to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.