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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 clarinet 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.