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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.