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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.