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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.