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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Rekid,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
UT,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.