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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Hoover,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.