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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.