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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.