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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.