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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.