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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Visage,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.