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 Jordan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Kayak to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.