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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Blues Magoos to the jazz 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.