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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
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 oboe 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.