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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the rock 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.