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 Italy and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Faust,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.