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 Lithuania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
X-102,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.