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 Brunei and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.