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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Lyres to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.