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 Singapore and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Germs to the disco 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.