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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
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.