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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.