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 Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.