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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.