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 Malta and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Pole,
Qualms,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.