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 Malawi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Beijing and Lille.
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 organ 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.