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 Sweden and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
The Names,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.