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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
The Standells,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.