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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo to the rap 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.