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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Black Pus to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.