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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
CMW,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Index,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.