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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 the Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.