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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Little Man,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.