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 France and from Tehran.
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 Paris 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 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.