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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Index,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.