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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.