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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs 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?
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.