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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.