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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis 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 crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.