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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.