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 Bahrain and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
X-102,
The Evens,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.