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 Argentina and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Average White Band 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
UT,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.