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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
The Move,
The Monks,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.