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 Montenegro and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.