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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.