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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.