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 Tehran.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Organ,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.