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 Kosovo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Arcadia,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.