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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Black Pus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.