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 the UAE and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.