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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers to the disco 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.