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 Japan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.