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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 guitar 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 Donald Byrd to the punk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.