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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive 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?
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.