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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.