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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.