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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.