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 Tanzania 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Gichy Dan to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.