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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the techno 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
UT,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.