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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.