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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mummies to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Mars,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.