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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.