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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
10cc,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.