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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.