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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.