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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Smog,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.