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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 The Offenders to the disco 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Slave,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.