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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.