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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 snare 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 Massinfluence to the dance 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.