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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 The Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman 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?
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.