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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Byron Stingily to the punk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.