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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.