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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 linndrum 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.