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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.