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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.