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 Nauru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Pagans to the punk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
The Index,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.