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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.