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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Ronan,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.