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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Index,
John Foxx,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.