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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.