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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.