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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Wings,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.