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 East Timor and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 The Monks to the dance 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.