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 Kuwait 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.