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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.