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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 oboe 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.