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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.