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 Seychelles and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
ABC,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.