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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Man Parrish to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.