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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.