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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the techno 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.