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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.