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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the techno 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep 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 jazz 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.