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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Christie to the funk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.