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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.