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 Algeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.