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 Mexico and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.