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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rapeman to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.