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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.