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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.