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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.