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 China and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.