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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.