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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Chrome,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.