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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.