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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.