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 Thailand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 DNA 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
The Litter,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.