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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
10cc,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.