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 Albania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '90s.
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 Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.