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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Alphaville to the grunge 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.