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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Hood to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.