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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Victims 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.