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 Brazil and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
CMW,
Darondo,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.