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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
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 marimba 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 Roy Ayers to the disco 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Mars,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
June Days,
World's Most,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.