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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the dance 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.