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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.