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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.