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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.