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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Neu! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.