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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Count Five to the disco 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.