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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Sonics to the punk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.