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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Franke,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.