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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.