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 Togo and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.