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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.