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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Visage,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
MC5,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.