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 Switzerland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Lalann,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.