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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.