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 Iraq and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 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?
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.