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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
The Index,
the Association,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.