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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the rap 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Scion,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.