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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 The Last Poets to the grime 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
UT,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.