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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.