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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.