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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the grunge 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic 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.