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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.