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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Ken Boothe to the rap 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.