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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.