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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Lou Reed,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.