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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Divine Comedy to the rap 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.