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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.