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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.