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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 The Seeds to the grime 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.