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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.