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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Nas,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.