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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Surgeon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
The Searchers,
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The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.