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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 synthesizer 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.