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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.