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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.