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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Deakin,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.