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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.