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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.