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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacques Brel to the punk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Wings,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.