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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.