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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.