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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funky Four + One to the punk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.