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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Nico,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.