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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.