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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 MC5 to the punk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.