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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.