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 Indonesia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Pantytec to the jazz 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Television,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.