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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.