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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the dance 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.