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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Crime,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.