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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.