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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.