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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.