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 France and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.