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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.