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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.