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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Altered Images to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.