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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.