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 Colombia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 the Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.