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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 10cc to the dance 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.