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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalann to the grime 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.