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 Syria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.