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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.