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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Television,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.