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 Russia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.