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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.