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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 K-Klass to the disco 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja 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?
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
10cc,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Pagans,
DNA,
Pylon,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.