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 Honduras and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.