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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Josef K 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.