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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Faust,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.