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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Fear,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.