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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.