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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.