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 Burkina 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ohio Players to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.