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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.