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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.