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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Adolescents to the grunge 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Faust,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
MC5,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.