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 Albania and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 The Black Dice to the punk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Mars,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.