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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the rock 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Wings,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.