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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 marimba 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.