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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.