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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.