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 Madagascar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Japan,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.