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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Can,
Visage,
Little Man,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.