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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson 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?
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
the Human League,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.