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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.