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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 snare 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 Angry Samoans 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.