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 Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the techno 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.