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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.