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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.