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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.