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 Belgium and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
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 rhodes 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 T. Rex to the punk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Ten City,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.