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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 clarinet 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.