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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.