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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.