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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.