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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.