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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Sun Ra 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Yaz,
Visage,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.