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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.