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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.