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 Mongolia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.