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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.