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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.