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 India and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.