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 Spain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.