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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.