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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Magma,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.