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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.