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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.