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 United States and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Invisible to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
MC5,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.