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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
CMW,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.