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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Fear,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.