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 Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.