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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Babytalk to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Nas,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.