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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Moleskins to the rock 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.