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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.