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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.