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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Darondo to the funk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Pole,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.