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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Real Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Lyres,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
PIL,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.