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 Yemen and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.