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 Bhutan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.