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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Visage,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.