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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.