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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 The Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Monolake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.