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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.