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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.