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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
CMW,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.