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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 The Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.