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 Slovenia and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.