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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.