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 Philippines and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.