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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.