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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.