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 Costa Rica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.