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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.