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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.