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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Davy DMX to the grunge 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.