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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.