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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.