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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Eric Copeland to the crunk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.