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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Stetsasonic 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Index,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.