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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 This Heat to the grunge 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Index,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.