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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 sitar 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.