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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.