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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme 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?
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.