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 Suriname and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.