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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Gong,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.