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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Busters to the rap 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Nas,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.