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 Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Roxette to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.