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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.