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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.