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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.