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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the disco 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.