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 Iran and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Television,
Ossler,
Interpol,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.