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 Poland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.