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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.