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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 marimba 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.