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 Monaco and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.