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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.