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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Searchers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.