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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.