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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.