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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.