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 Poland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Darondo to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.