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 Gambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.