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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.