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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Franke,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.