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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.