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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.