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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Sparks,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Scion,
The Evens,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.