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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.