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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Cluster,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.