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 South Africa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the grime 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.