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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.