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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.