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 Oman and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.