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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the techno 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.