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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Q65 to the rock 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.