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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Smog 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.