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 France and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Carl Craig to the punk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Visage,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.