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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.