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 Greece and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.