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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.