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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.