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 Panama and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.