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 Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.