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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 güiro 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.