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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the grime 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Cluster,
The Residents,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.