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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.