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 Chad and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.