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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.