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 China and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Can,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.