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 Turkey and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Monks,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.