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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Mad Mike to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes 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?
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
MC5,
John Holt,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.