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 Malta and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Move to the rap 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.