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 Algeria and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
UT,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.