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 Haiti and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.