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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.