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 Syria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.