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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the disco 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.