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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.