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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
DNA,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.