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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 The Sound to the techno 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.