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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.