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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
cv313,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.