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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.