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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
a-ha,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.