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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.