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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.