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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.