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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.