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 Kenya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 John Foxx to the rap 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Slave,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.