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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 The Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.