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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blackbyrds 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Skarface,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.