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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Echospace,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.