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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.