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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.