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 San Marino and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Man Parrish to the disco 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.