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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.