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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.