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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
10cc,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.