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 Jakarta.
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 Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.