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 Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.