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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 AZ to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.