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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.