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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stooges to the funk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.