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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 The Fire Engines to the dance 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound 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?
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
New Order,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.