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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Monks,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.