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 Finland 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.