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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.