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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.