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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Fear,
The Residents,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.