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 Liberia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Television,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.