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 Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 The Kinks to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.