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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.