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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.