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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.