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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio 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?
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.