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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.