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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Niagra,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.