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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.