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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.