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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.