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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.