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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Skaos,
the Normal,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.