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 France and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.