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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.