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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Urselle,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.