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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.