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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Niagra 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
X-101,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.