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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 The Monks to the funk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.