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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.