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 Gambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.