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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gang Starr to the rap 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.