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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 New Order to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.