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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.