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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Happenings to the rap 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Can,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.