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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Funkadelic to the rock 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Zapp,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.