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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Nico,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.