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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 organ 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cramps,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.