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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Masters at Work to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Niagra,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.