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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Main Source,
UT,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Slave,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.