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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.