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 Guyana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Index,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Qualms,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.