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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.