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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.