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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.