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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Procol Harum 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Scion,
Ultravox,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Crime,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.