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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.