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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Music Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Niagra,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.