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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.