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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.