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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.