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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.