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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the crunk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.