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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes 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?
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.