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 East Timor and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.