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 Cyprus 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the funk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.