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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.