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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Make Up,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.