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 Indonesia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow 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?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.