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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
MC5,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.