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 Chile and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.