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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.