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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.