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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Can,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.