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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Niagra 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.