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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.