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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.