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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Television Personalities to the funk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.