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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance 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?
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.