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 Australia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.