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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
This Heat,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
the Association,
X-102,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.