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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.