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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.