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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the disco 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.