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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.