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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Brick,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.