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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.