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 Guyana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.