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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronan to the disco 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.