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 Burundi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.