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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.