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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.