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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
the Association,
The Doors,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.