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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.