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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Crime,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.