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 Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens to the funk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.