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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 The Mummies to the funk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.