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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Barracudas to the punk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.