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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Q65,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
PIL,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.