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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.