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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Nas,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.