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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.