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 Australia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Index,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.