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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the funk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.