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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Public Enemy to the funk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Index,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.