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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.