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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
AZ,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.