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 Sri Lanka 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.