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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.