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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.