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 Montenegro 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.