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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 sitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
UT,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.