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 Thailand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.