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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.