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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.