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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.