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 Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.