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 Afghanistan 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth 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?
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.