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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Qualms,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.