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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the disco 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.