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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.