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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.