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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 The Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Hoover,
This Heat,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.