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 Belgium 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.