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 Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neu! to the crunk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.