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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Japan,
Zapp,
Index,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
MC5,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.