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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.