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 Belize and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Wings,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.