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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.