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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Residents,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.