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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Trojans to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.