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 Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 the Association to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.