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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Cal Tjader to the punk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.