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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.