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 Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.