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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.