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 Mozambique and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Jimmy McGriff 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?
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.