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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 The Sonics to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.