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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
10cc,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.