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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Happenings to the jazz 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Sparks,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
Scion,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.