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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
The Move,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.