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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.