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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the techno 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.