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 Nepal and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.