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 Dominica 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.