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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Brass Construction to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.