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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 X-102 to the rap 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.