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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.