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 Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.