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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Blake Baxter to the disco 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.