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 Egypt 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.