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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 The Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.