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 France and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.