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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Scientists,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.