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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.