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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tokyo and Delhi.
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 güiro 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Procol Harum,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.