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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.